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His only talent is leaving without warning Only god knows where he could possibly be His favorite activity is drinking into a wakeless sleep His secrets are twirling in smoke and piles of pills His disregard and spite are the only memories I keep My father is not a happy man. Nothing can change that, not even my mother can.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
Bottles and bars
His only talent is leaving without warning Only god knows where he could possibly be His favorite activity is drinking into a wakeless sleep His secrets are twirling in smoke and piles of pills His disregard and spite are the only memories I keep My father is not a happy man. Nothing can change that, not even my mother can.
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
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